"ANOTHER FIREWHISKEY FOR THE MAN-WHO-CONQUERED MADAM!"
Harry sighed but forced a strained smile across his face at the overly drunk pair of twins that were draped over him at the bar. It was lucky that both of them were still there; Harry had killed Rockwood just a moment before the man cast the killing curse at Fred with a killing curse of his own. It had been one of the many lives he had taken that day. He had had the thought many times that Dumbledore would be most disappointed in his…unforgiving attitude were he alive, and had he been then Harry would have told the old man precisely where to shove his opinions.
The battle had raged for hours; Voldemort and Harry drawing closer and closer together until they eventually met in the middle of the battlefield; Voldemort taunting Harry about the murder of Remus and Tonks, and Harry taunting the Dark Lord about his killing of Bellatrix and Lucius, among other Death Eaters. When Tom had discovered that Harry had almost singlehandedly defeated his entire inner circle by himself he had been furious but had, true to form, asked Harry to join him one more time before facing against him in battle. Harry had actually contemplated the offer for a moment, but then saw Hermione and Ron fighting side-by-side against a wave of Death Eaters and grinned before blowing Tom Riddle a raspberry and casting the first crucio of the fight. Many had paused to watch in awe of the two wizards doing battle, and indeed the entire battleground had frozen in mutual agreement for nearly an entire hour as the pair went head-to-head; spells of the most darkest, lightest, and ancient order being used as if mere school-level spells.
Finally it had come down to the Unknowns; spells which the pair quite literally improvised in the middle of their battle. The spellweaving had left Unspeakables that were witness completely breathless and in awe, but the two wizards had no time to pay attention to what others were thinking. Eventually Harry had begun pulling ahead; his wand able to mix magics of three kinds simultaneously while Voldemort could cast using only one, and the final spell of the battle consisted of a primal yell from the young man. A wave of crushing and blinding magic had surged from his body; decimating all evil in its path, and when it smashed into the crouching form that was Tom Riddle it had flared a deep red before exploding upwards into the sky. Harry had collapsed to his knees when the magic had cleared and the ashes that remained lay in front of his eyes, and then with a wave of his hand banished the remains to the winds before promptly falling unconscious.
He had rested for over two weeks; magical and physical exhaustion finally coming down on him from the months on the run, and the deadly battle that had occurred at Hogwarts; what had come to be creatively known as the Battle of Hogwarts. When he had finally awoken he had found in his hand a small blue piece of fabric, and had smiled warmly when he smelt his girlfriend's scent on it.
This led to where he was now; in the middle of a huge celebration at the Three Broomsticks. There were so many people there that it had spread out to cover a large portion of Hogsmeade…in fact the party's location hadn't been specifically stated as the Three Broomsticks, but Harry's reasons for being there were quite clear with the pretty woman that was working as hard as she could to fill the orders at the bar. She gave him their secret smile as she slipped him another glass with two fingers of the deep amber liquid sloshing inside, and he gave her a small wink which brought out a huge blush on her face along with a beaming smile. He sipped at the drink, nodding and agreeing with Ron and Hermione at the appropriate places, and shaking hands friendly whenever they were offered while graciously accepting their thanks and congratulations, but all in all his thoughts were elsewhere.
Near four in the morning and the party was really getting into the swing of things…namely because people were abysmally smashed out of their minds, and Harry surreptitiously called on Dobby who popped into existence a moment later with his ears flapping gleefully. "THE GREAT MASTER HARRY POTTER SIR CALLS DOBBY!" he squealed in excitement, and Harry rolled his eyes with a wide grin, noting quite happily that Hermione was far too sloshed to take any notice the master-elf relationship.
"Yes I do indeed my good friend, now I need you to do me a favour."
"ANYTHING FOR THE GREAT SLAYER OF THE EVIL SNAKE FACE BASTARD MASTER HARRY POTTER SIR!"
He had the stray wondering of just how out of hand his titles were going to get, but pushed that aside for the moment as he whispered conspiratorially into Dobby's ear. Several seconds later and Harry was upstairs by the door, and with a slight crack Madam Rosmerta found herself beside him; Dobby grinning madly as he cast a glamour over himself and moved to serve the bar as an inconspicuous black-haired teen that looked a little like Harry. Chances were that everybody was so plastered that he'd be getting tips all evening for saving the world.
"Harry- mmph!"
She was quickly shut up when Harry pulled her into her apartment and delivered a toe-curling kiss; his hands buried in her hair massaging her scalp as she moaned into his mouth. It was several minutes before he broke away; the sounds of the party happening downstairs dampened to an almost inaudible hum by his wards and she looked at him in amazement. "You still want to be with me?"
He laughed, "Rosie, you think that defeating a Dark Lord changes anything? I could've had almost anybody I wanted before, but I chose you, okay? So calm down and take a deep breath, because now you're dating the most famous man in the Magical World."
"What about Ginny?"
He could hear the sorrow in her tone and he frowned in slight anger as various memories pulled themselves to the surface of his mind. "Ginny…I'm working on that. She did…well I'll tell you before I leave in the morning. I'm not looking forward to that conversation." She frowned in worry, but he hushed her with a finger before she could speak. "Shhh, what matters is now, and I'm yours."
"Harry, you've only just turned eighteen-"
"Which means that you now have absolutely no more excuses, right?"
"Harry, you're a vir-"
"And you're not, I understand that Rosie; you're nearly twenty years older than me, and I expected that – but I'm happy that I get to share my first time with you."
She sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to relent, and smiled lovingly at him. "You have no idea what it means to me knowing that you want to choose me to share this with over everybody else."
Harry smiled and shrugged as he pulled her deeper into his embrace, "You have no idea to know what it means for me to finally figure out my feelings."
She pulled sharply back, "You did?"
He smiled and nodded before gliding his lips across hers with a wide smile. "I love you."
The change was almost immediate. Her eyes suddenly became watery, her hands trembled slightly, and her lip quivered almost imperceptibly. "Y-you really mean that? You're not just saying that because you want to have sex?"
"Make love," he corrected gently against her lips, "and no, I really love you. I'm in love with you."
She closed her eyes and a single tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek as she rested her forehead against his. "Merlin, I love you too Harry – I really do!"
"I know." After a moment's indecision she took his hand and bashfully led him over to her bed. It was the one place that they had never approached since the beginning of their relationship; almost as if by unspoken agreement, but tonight that changed; tonight they were going to consummate their relationship. Inside Harry's heart ached knowing what he was going to have to tell her in the morning, but he knew deep down that in the end everything would work out; that she would wait for him, and so he focused on the feel of her lips against his as she leant over him on the bed.
He loved the feel of her hair beneath his fingers, and likewise she loved the small massage that he ran over her scalp every time they kissed. It was a somewhat unspoken confession of care; a way to express the love that they had always been so afraid to voice in the past, and while they had now admitted their love to each other she knew that their small gestures; the gestures they had employed in the past years to avoid saying the words that meant so much, would always be with them – would always be strengthening their feelings for each other.
He gasped into her mouth as cool, supple fingers ran up under his shirt and over his bare skin, and then growled when he felt heat rush through him at the feeling. In an instant she was beneath him; the kiss not having been broken for a single moment, and his own hands delved underneath her shirt to run over her toned stomach. She whimpered wantonly, and Harry smirked into her mouth as her hands moved with renewed vigour. She broke away, gasping for air, and stared up at him; her gaze heated and passionate, but at the same time soft and loving. She saw her own expression reflected in his gaze, and tore off her top without a second thought; leaving her in just her jeans, bra and shoes. Without missing a beat Harry tore off his own shirt and then kissed her again while revelling in the feel of so much of his skin in contact with hers.
After a moment he pulled away again to look at her, and she blushed deep red; the flush spreading down into the crevice between her ample breasts as his gaze swept over her womanly curves; lust pouring from him. "You are so beautiful," were his only words before he leant down and captured her lips once more, and she groaned when he gently ground his palm into her breast before kneading it softly with his fingers. She had been groped many times before by overly forward patrons at her inn, but what she was feeling at that moment she had never before experienced. She had had to relieve herself at times, and had brought herself to orgasm on countless occasions, but what Harry was doing to her felt as if it should be painful due to its intensity. Fire seemed to run over her skin at his every touch, and her lips felt as if they were melting to become one with his – the experience was overwhelming for both of the lovers.
She scrambled desperately at the clasp on her bra, and with a faint snap of accidental magic she severed it at the hook before pulling it free and tossing it across the room. Harry's hands immediately began exploring the new flesh, and he moaned when he felt her breast give beneath his palm as he gently shaped it with his fingers. He never thought that skin could feel so wonderful, and yet his Love's seemed indescribably so. Breaking away from her mouth he immediately latched onto one of her nipples, and she let out a squeal of pleasure at the sudden change. She ran her fingers through his messy hair and groaned as his tongue swirled around her sensitive bud, "Oh God, Harry- Oh God don't stop!"
He had no intention of doing so.
He quickly switched to her other nipple, and she clutched desperately at him as her nerves screamed out in ecstasy. An idea popping into his head he rested his tongue against the stiff bud and started proclaiming his love for her in parseltongue. That was too much for the already-squirming woman, and she screamed loudly as the feel of his tongue tipped her over the edge. He stopped immediately; knowing from the book 'How To Treat Your Witch' that to continue could be painful for her, and simply delighted in the sight before him.
Rosie's back was arched like a bow; her breasts pushed proudly skywards as shudders ran through her; her eyes completely open and her mouth wide in a silent scream after she had ran out of breath. Finally she collapsed back onto the mattress, and Harry gently stroked her cheek as she panted heavily and nuzzled to his touch. Slowly her eyelids cracked open, and her burning green eyes met his; filled with contentedness and amazement. Without speaking a word she arched her back once more, her eyes never leaving his, and he carefully unfastened her belt before sliding her jeans down her long, smooth legs. His eyes bulged when he saw the sheer black-lace panties that covered her, but he tore his eyes away from it as he slid the jeans finally free. He banished his own shoes wandlessly to beside the door as he unbuckled hers, and a small, humoured smile tweaked at his lips when he saw her toes wiggling in the dim light.
Turning his back to her, he took one of her feet into his lap and gently dug his thumbs into the arch, and she moaned appreciatively as he worked the soreness out of them; she had been on her feet since dinner the day before, and had been dying to get off them since one that morning. She relaxed into the sheets as he worked the tension out of her, but then opened her eyes when she felt him remove his hands and shuffle around slightly. She had felt his muscled torso when she had kissed him, but seeing it in the flesh was in her opinion so much better. Despite the numerous scars from his childhood and battles he had been in, it was clear that he kept his body in peak condition – very unlike a lot of the people his age. His muscles weren't huge, but were clearly toned to perfection; lean muscle that was ready at any moment to provide huge amounts of staying power. He crawled up over her body, now just clad in his boxer shorts, and then kissed her once more; his hands mirroring hers as they trailed over his body.
She jerked every time his skin brushed over her nipples, and he found himself getting warmer and warmer as her small fingers trailed over his body and her tongue met with his. Finally she turned her head aside to break the kiss, and she looked at him with an expression of lust and love as she wiggled her way out of her knickers. What was uncovered at that moment Harry had no doubt he would ever forget. Before him lay, in his opinion, the most beautiful woman in the world; completely naked and giving to him. Her slit was just that; completely bare saves for a small tuft of blonde hair at the top; glistening with her juices, and red with need. Without even asking for permission he lowered his head to her, and she arched her back once more; her eyes shocked as he began licking her.
As soon as he first tasted her he knew that nothing would ever come close to matching it. He couldn't describe it, but it tasted precisely like her; clean, but at the same time with a natural musk that drove him crazy. Contrary to popular belief, Harry knew what it meant when it came down to vaginas, once more thanks to Gred and Forge's helpful book they had gifted him in fifth year. He broke away for a moment, and looked up at her with a curious expression on his face. "How long has it been for you?"
She blushed even deeper, but smiled slightly; pleased that he had noticed. "Once, fifteen years ago." He grinned up at her and nodded before returning to his ministrations, and she let out a long, drawn out moan that was music to Harry's ears. He made sure that she was positively dripping before giving her one last lick, and she twitched violently; her hands buried deep in his chaotic locks. She looked down at him, and smiled as he met her in a kiss; completely unhurried and caring. Several minutes later he pulled away, looking slightly nervous as he removed his boxers, and she stroked his cheek reassuringly with a wide smile. "It's okay; it's you and me."
He nodded slightly and relaxed before stiffening when he felt her hand grip him, and she herself gasped at what she felt. She hazarded a peek, and her eyes widened at the size of him; for once Witches' Underground was right in their assertions; Harry James Potter was very well endowed. "Harry, I need you to go very slowly with me, okay?"
He smiled nervously down at her and nodded, "I was planning on it anyways; I don't want to hurt you." Her smile softened and she pulled him down for another kiss; her tongue intertwining with his as she rubbed the tip of his cock against her slit. They both pulled away gasping, and Rosie aligned him with her before nodding up at him. Expecting him to immediately push in, she gathered herself-
And then stared up at him in shock when he placed one of his palms flat against her stomach while muttering in a language she couldn't recognize. When he finished his hand flashed a bright blue, and a rush of warmth enfolded itself around her. She gasped at the feeling, and he smiled lovingly down at her. "It's an ancient Khuzi protection ritual based on sex magic. It helps if both participants are virgins, but so long as one of them is then the protections will still imbue themselves into the two people." He stroked her cheek with infinite care as she stared deep into his eyes, and then kissed her again, "They never brought love into the equation though; to them intercourse was simply an unemotional practice of procreation – we've both received the full protections."
"Which are?"
He smiled and then groaned when she resumed stroking his penis deep within her netherlips, but managed an answer all the same. "From what I've tested immunity from love potions and spells, compulsion magic, and minor hexes."
She smiled up at him, "You're so thoughtful."
He looked bashfully down at her hand stroking him, but a smile tugged at his lips. "I want you to be as safe as possible, and if I was going to be making love to you then I decided that I should make it everything that it could be."
"Any other spells you want to cast?" the softness in her words took any sting out of the tease, and he smiled warmly before laying his hand once more on her stomach.
"Just one." She felt a soothing calm spread through her for a moment and smiled thankfully up at him.
"Thanks for remembering."
He smiled and kissed her again, delighting in the way her lips moved against his and how her fingers roamed across his back having ceased their ministrations for a moment. She smiled beautifully up at him when the first rays of sun suddenly burst through the window and illuminated them, and then aligned him with her once more. Feeling him pressing against her entrance she removed her hand and then wrapped both of her arms around his back as he slowly pushed forward. The feeling was all-consuming for both of them. Harry groaned at the feeling of her almost unbearably hot walls squeezing down on him, and she bit into his neck to muffle her raptured scream as she felt his length stretching her in ways she had never experienced. He was so large it was almost painful, but the way he slowly slid into her brought her to the peak of ecstasy as the slight pain cured the insatiable itch that had forever been eating away at her.
She began crying.
Feeling her shudders he opened his eyes; brow shining with sweat as he tried to reign himself in, and he gasped when he saw the tears running down her cheeks. "Rosie!" He wiped away the trails of moisture and then peered into her eyes as they slowly opened with worry; his movements completely halted. What he wasn't expecting was her to pull him into the most heated kiss of his entire life and then wrap her legs around his waist before impaling herself fully on him. She screamed into his mouth and all of the muscles in her body tensed as her nerves were overloaded, and Harry's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt her convulsing wildly around him. No man could have withstood that, and with a roar that joined her scream he emptied himself deep into her womb. He could feel her heat surging around him; feel her nails scraping deliriously across his back; and her tongue delving as deep as it could into his mouth, and he was the most contented man in the world.
It was several minutes of tenseness before the two collapsed back onto the sheets; chests heaving; covered in sweat and with Harry still buried hilt-deep inside of her. No words needed to be spoken as they delighted in the feel of Harry softening inside of her until he eventually slipped out, and she hugged herself tighter to him when it did; his own arms automatically pulling her protectively to him. "I love you Rosie, I always will."
She smiled warmly up at him and snuggled closer; revelling in the post-coital bliss with her lover. Nearly two hours later she spoke, and Harry looked down at her – noting the clear sadness in her eyes. "You can't promise that."
He smirked, "I can too – watch. I, Harry James Potter, swear on my magic and life that I will never, and have never willingly loved another as I do you, so mote it be."
A flash of white met his oath, and she stared at him with wide eyes; realizing what he had just promised her, and what he was risking in doing so. She also couldn't lie to herself and deny that the little voice that had always been whispering her in the back of her mind was silenced. "So…Ginny?"
His eyes darkened, and a snarl worked its way onto his face as he nodded. "That circumnavigated the oath I gave, and you have no idea just how much I hate myself for giving to her in the slightest." He saw her expression and he shook his head lightly with a small smile, "She only managed to get kisses from me, and very few at that, but she managed all the same." He rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling as he spoke, and she rested her head on his chest while looking up at his face. "That's why this is so hard for me."
She felt a lump appear in her throat, and dread drop into her stomach, and her voice was tight with anxiety when she asked, "What's hard?" She was shocked when a single tear rolled down his cheek, and she wiped it hurriedly away before straddling his stomach and looking fearfully down at him. "Harry, what are you doing?"
Thirty minutes later Rosie Pericaliya was left sitting naked and alone on her bed, staring at the door which her lover had walked out of only minutes previously, and so at fifty three minutes past seven on Sunday the 24th of May 1998 Madam Rosmerta broke into tears and cried.
